I never know what my guy is going to throw at me and this time was no different.
We had both been feeling a little sickly with recurring head colds and Cowboy thought he had found the cure for us.
COWBOY: (Sitting on the edge of the bed holding a spoon in his hand) I think I found something that will help you feel better. Here take this.
ME: (Looking at him a little unsure) What is it?
COWBOY: Just take it and it will solve all of your problems.
As I was taking the spoon from him, I thought to myself, look at him being so cute and caring. I swallowed the white paste and immediately wanted to upchuck.
Y’all, that was the WORST tasting medicine I’ve ever had…in my life! It tasted like apple cider vinegar times 10. And, I’m not being dramatic like I usually am.
ME: What the heck? That was disgusting. What was it?
COWBOY: Horse de-wormer. Drastic times call for drastic measures princess.
ME: I can’t believe you gave me horse de-wormer. That’s not funny! Did you take some?
COWBOY: I was going to but now that I see it tastes terrible, I think I’ll pass.
ME: (Giving him my worst stink-eye look) Let me tell you something, if I poo out a tape worm and start gaining weight because of this, you’re gonna need to put that sucker right back inside me because I’m not having that…kapeesh?
COWBOY: That sounds disgusting. I refuse to participate.
ME: Yeah, well, drastic times call for drastic measures.
’til next Sunday y’all.